[BSD-RP] The Valley of Screams

[Shinigami]

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As she had expected, the two casted waves had seamlessly passed through her proctor’s body without so much as a rustle of his clothes. He’d mastered Hohō in no time during their academy years, and it was well proved in their current standing, however, his underestimation of her stayed the same. With as much of an ire he held towards her captain, he currently performed as he did, from the way that he moved down the attitude that he held, looking down at her without many impressions. She wondered what exactly had triggered the change within the Captain’s meeting.
While she didn’t necessarily move, what had masked itself in the presence of her kidō spell had emerged from the depths of its translucent guide at the moment that Yūna had allowed the spell to pass through his image. Simultaneous to his reappearance to his original position, that pair of black masses that had been residing within Haien would have shot out a flurry of thin spikes that extended long enough to pierce through his body in multiples of ten at once, from his neck down to his ankles near instantaneously, landing on every surface that it could find on his person before spreading across his body upon impact.

All the while, a thick murky wall that instantly matched the size of the captain and them towered over him in no time began surrounding the haughty shinigami, extending the number of spikes that would hit him from every direction. Obscured by the explosive properties of each Haien colliding with one another directly after Yūna’s avoidance, the power of the kidō would propel the speed of her Shikai to consume its target and hold them in their place. Kōsoku (拘束, "Restraint") is a sub technique of Kurosawa's unique Shikai. The more struggle that its captive gave, the thicker in which her Shikai would grow, further its expansive reach and pressure.
Yasu wastes little time to close the distance between her and the captain, her proficiency in shunpo unhindered from the events that have happened within the last few months. Her teachings have not been sullied by the impurities that wrack her soul, instead, enhancing them even. Yū’s focus may have been on her for a moment, but at the moment it falters from the multiple intrusions into his body from all directions, the lieutenant capitalizes on his earlier dismissal. Her left hand would then bury itself deep into the center of his chest with a thunderous boom, where his chain of fate ghostly resided as her opposite struck in conjunction.
Succession would end well for her. Yūna was more than capable of having tricks under his sleeves, but at the risk of tearing his body apart, how far would he go to perform him. The disappointment that Yasu would often endure was not foreign, and coming from an old friend, her response would be no different.

 

[Shinigami]

Yū's cool facade is shattered upon his flash step, the ominous aura of the unknown surging into him like a sharp sting.
‘Wait, this is-–’

Instantly, the girl’s true scheme is set into action, as black shadows emerge from the purple flames. In a flurry, the black material both multiplies in number and expands in size, crafting numerous puncture wounds all throughout the boy’s body. The ink-like substance spreads and coagulates from within him, entrapping him in a disturbing stance like a broken doll. Visibly impaled and immobilized by her assault, Yasu wastes no time now moving forward to capitalize on her successful trapping of her former classmate. With her approach, the wall of black expands to match his height and then some, as she appears before him with her arm already on its way to deliver a fatal strike. However, while all of her spikes along with her hands expect to meet flesh, both have instead met… cloth?
Had it been any other adversary, let alone another Captain aside from Kyomu, perhaps Yasu's deceptive tactic would’ve been successful. No doubt the Second Division lieutenant had learned the trick of misdirection from her superior, displaying a masterful sleight of hand with her seemingly feeble kidо̄. But for Captain Nakamoto, one who has been tricked time and time again especially by the exact same assassin who had taught her most she knows, and as a result, has grown more sharp-witted and quicker on his feet as an act of defense in the face of the most cunning of assassination attempts, a second-rate version of him would undoubtedly fail–– but only mere millimeters too short.
The medical bag that once was securely fastened on his person has been discarded, now coming into vision as ]the prime subject to the brutal perforating of the lieutenant’s Shikai as well as the instant jab to its structure. As a result, upon her strike, the cloth pouch bursts open, as all the sharp tools and glass vials and jars spill out violently. While this would do virtually nothing to impede her, perhaps the initial shock of this violent spillage would be more than enough for her to realize… she had failed. Expectedly so against a Shinigami just as swift as the man she had wasted years and years to impress and now strived to surpass.
And with her realization, comes the Fairy’s play.
‘That was a little too close, but I can’t drop the cool guy act yet… even if it doesn’t suit me,’ the flustered Captain considers to himself, coming to a self realization upon his re-materialization meters away.

So rapid, to the point where his belt still appears securely fastened to his torso as if his bag was still intact, the Captain suddenly brandishes his glowing blade horizontally before him. The blue aura that radiates from the blade gradually grows in intensity, enough so to simultaneously conjure flames from both the metal and his stiff being as a whole. All the while, the young Captain meters above refuses to leave the lieutenant unoccupied in the midst of her own self realization.
Outwardly, it appears as if Yū has prepared to utilize the same technique against Yasu, his slim image suddenly presenting itself by her. Like a mirage, the Captain’s form bleeds past her, now putting them almost back to back to each other as her hand brutally rips through his relief bag. However, he doesn’t come brandished with his fists as the brawny Yasu did moments prior, instead with the radiant Ichikō in hand. Yū doesn’t waste any time aiming for something as precise as her Chain of Fate– something simple and equally effective as bisecting her would do.
In an uncomfortably close whisper from the Yū that has abruptly appeared directly beside her and an unfamiliar declaration that booms meters away…
“Hadō #73: Sōren Sōkatsui!”
… they cry in unison. The boy’s wrist snaps forward, as blue flames slick off from the cold metal and come crashing down upon Yasu from above with ferocity. In tandem, the vague sight of the azure hot blade of Captain Nakamoto flies toward her waist, having an unsurprisingly short journey to perform its’ cleave. With a wide crescent of blue flames crashing down upon her from above and the searing, blue-hot blade by her side drawing near to sever her in two, the lieutenant finds herself stuck in a bind.
Seemingly having nowhere to run from the fast-approaching and wide arching steel, yet undeniably unable to counter the Captain’s kidо̄ with her own… what is there left for Yasu to do aside from submit?

 

[Shinigami]

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“Ho...”
Rather than her fist meeting the soft flesh of her proctor, she was met with the gentle cloth of his medical bag that had practically exploded from the immense pressure of both her Shikai and her fist that had been intended to send Yūna into a slumber. Unfortunate, but not unexpected. Yasu was more than aware of the antics he pulled. Firsthand experience consistently had numbed her surprise but had yet to numb her annoyance regarding the subject at hand.
His disappearance from her range of immediate sight put her at a visual disadvantage momentarily, but the bubbling reiryoku that he possesses and exerts can be sensed In that same moment in two different areas. From above, that blue aura of his was beginning to become nauseating, but it gave her that imminent sense of validity that the accumulation of concentrated reiryoku resided meters above her, and simultaneously, Yūna seems to bleed just behind her to where they just rested back to back at one point. The animosity is clear, and it seemed as though he wished for it to end as his cries rang out in dual tones...
“Hadō #73: Sōren Sōkatsui!”
The wall of the murky substance had since been conforming and spreading to where it once towered above his former location had now gone forth to tower over her. With one position placed several meters above and the other just beside her, the wall’s defense would continue its objective to surround that immediate area in which Yasu had appeared when she’d chosen to attack her proctor with fury. That would defend the area above her head from the furious blue flames, the monstrous sludge thickening and rising to meet and absorb the initial impact and incoming destruction. Her Shikai’s unnatural properties were able to bend and break as she pleased without so much of a gesture to do so.
Despite being swung with such a purpose, Yū’s blade would find the slightest resistance moment it’d come into contact with her waist as he’d attempted to cleave her in two. Swung with such ferocity in the first place, the intensity of it crashing against the hardened armor would have deterred his person. With a heavy swing comes heavy resistance, the strength of Yasu’s Shizen na Soukou capable of shattering blades into pieces even if she obtained a minuscule amount of damage. Her inky tendrils would attach themselves at the middle of his blade and spread around him like a virus just as it was once had attempted before. Yet it seemed as though the pressure from his additional flames had bode well for him as his blade would effortlessly pass through the viscous substance she'd produced and her wholly to complete his objective. The following explosion would be no different in its effects due to its ruinous capabilities at such a close range.
The pressure of a powerful explosion pushes this form in the direction back towards the platform that she had watched his entry from and landed with a heavy boom despite the volume of an impact absorbed through the inky substance. The smoke that peels off of the unmoving lumps shields the damage from immediate view. Had damage come by both spells at full volume, the results would have been much more drastic as the casted kidō from above tears through the place where her person had once resided. The dark silhouette remained unmoving, steam rising off it as the attack received had nearly severed the body in half as he'd intended.
Dark liquid spills from the dreadful piece of work that he had handed. Gargled sounds spilled out from the now trembling figure as it spat out the muck that had gathered within its mouth, seeming as if she was falling apart from the inside out due to such a drastic attack. Perhaps this was her submission.

 

[Shinigami]

The black ooze that shields her further creeps upwards, now blocking her from the Captain’s sight. Regardless, the marksman has already locked onto his fated target. While her Shikai proved to be a lethal asset in terms of attacking, it was clear Yasu was determined to show her versatility, now moving to display a solid defense. However, the little she moved on to show, wouldn’t even be close to enough of a sufficient guard. No matter how thick she had sought to make it subconsciously, it was clear Yasu was underestimating the fierce storm that was approaching. Perhaps she had interpreted his frantic escape moments prior as weakness; However, Yū simply knew better. Hypothetically, if she had calculated more accurately, her Shikai held properties capable of easily piercing through the Captain’s soft flesh, undeniably shredding him to unrecognizable pieces if she could keep up the pace. But, the dominant power the boy held deep within his demure frame was mountainous-- perhaps singlehandedly the strongest foe she had faced up to this point aside from her own teacher. No doubt especially in terms of kidō: the sheer scale of all of the enemies she had previously encountered was strikingly incomparable in the face of Yū Nakamoto, the Kidō Prince.
She had unfortunately come to a conclusion in assuming the two were fighting as equals; No, the gap between them was far too large still and as a response, Yū would carry forward and demonstrate.
The first helping of the destructive flames crash down relentlessly atop her makeshift canopy. If they wouldn’t bend, they would break; If they would bend, they would burn. Drips of heat slither through the muck’s hardened cracks, its fervent passion threatening to violently explode atop of Yasu. They threaten to rob her attention, which spells the end of her if the image of Yū besides her makes his unpredictable yet inevitable slice across her midsection. All the while, the spell spreads like wildfire as they dance upon the ooze’s surface and deepen into its composition, creeping all over and within her surrounding shield as if Kurosawa herself was the fuel powering his flame. While the lieutenant may have mistaken the sequel of this spell to expel from Yu’s duplicate, perhaps she would wonder just when it would arrive. Merely an afterimage mimicking its source's initial slice up above, his formidable speed proves enough to fool her for these short moments— still plenty long enough for him to capitalize on. Yasu moves quick to intercept his supposed attack, tendrils snaking from her being to coat the pretender’s blade, threatening to sto-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHH
While she fiddles with the thought of Yu, the second dose of his calamitous attack rains down even more forcefully, instantly shattering the covering that once struggled to hold shape above her. The flames that once rested gleefully on Kurosawa’s shield now cave in and within a single fleeting breath, they engulf the girl in a furious blaze, mercilessly incinerating to her savage core. Perhaps she would rely on her second skin to endure the brunt of this assault, assuming this was all that was in store for her.
Yet, Yū persists.

With hands still blue-hot from the secondary emission of his spell, his spare hand already grabs ahold of his zanpakuto, its glowing golden blade slicing below him in unison with the shield’s timely eradication.
In a flash, a lightning-fast arc zips downwards and severs through the dispersed remnants of her murky umbrella and the flames, cleaving cleanly through her. At best, she would lose an arm in the startling chaos. At worst… it would result in a disastrous situation for her that was unbelievably gruesome; Yet either scenario would still prove to be hilariously simple for the great Doctor to address.
He had seen her offensive capabilities and still found them lacking, despite nearly reaching her target and missing by literal hairs. But, being dangerously close meant nothing in the unpredictable dance known as the battle to the death where even her slightest misstep could equal a fatal mistake. With her attacks falling short and her defense even more so, the girl would need to drastically change her tempo if she wished to throw off Captain Nakamoto. Now fully aware of her supposed limits, Yasu Yūgure desperately needed something more to present if she wished to impress, not simply relying on the same parlor tricks she had regularly exercised in their younger days.
Was this truly all she had to offer?

 

[Shinigami]

It was truly a dream.
Even under the careful eye of the dutiful captain Nakamoto, his ire against her captain and thinking that all she had done was suffer under Kyomu had blinded him. Having been within the Second Division since graduation from Shino’o Academy, her hohō proficiency -- while not her best, was a close second to achieving mastery, just as she had done in hakuda. Applying that speed and strength could go hand-in-hand had amplified her performance in combat heavily, just as it had now. An idiot for sure, but if Yasu was proficient in an area, her combat sense was exceptional. She was well aware of their differences in skill in several aspects, but it was his mistake to make if he continued to think of her as nothing but the girl she was back then. Yasu's choices were made in simplicity and his misjudgment would continue to be threatened by her minimal maneuvers.
Her dark silhouette may have not fallen from his misleading blade, but his performance was relentlessly in need of rendering her completely useless by the end of the exam. The destruction of the umbrella that rested above her head had come crashing down from the second rain that had shattered it to bits and pieces. Its lucent blue flames are searing with the intent to burn his examinee's body down to its bones. His reign of terror doesn’t seem to cease outside of his dual casting of Soren Sokatsui. Even as this body falls, its hollow sockets reflect a flash of light that furthers the damage he’d already doubled in his blind fury in its drive to completely decimate the broken figure that crashes against the platform with several rather gruesome plops. Yet even near death, her powers have to disperse…
Why?
“Daiyon no Kata...” (悪魔の刺し：第四の型, "Devil's Stab: Fourth Form")

Her voice comes hauntingly behind him, promptly shaking the Captain’s prideful facade at the release of Zangerin. The host of the voice is basked in a red aura that gently permeates her skin, looking as if a Demon had come to overshadow the Angel of the Seireitei. Her words were not spoken without an objective as her obsidian hand would have found itself driving through the center of Yūna's back, her index and middle fingers easily tearing through the fabric that bore the crest of his division, her objective simply to carve right through his flesh and out of his chest while his attention had been set on her destruction. Though it seems as though the stream of electric blue accompanies the ominous red glow and a fierce blow in the instant that she manages to brush across the pearly white coat he possesses.
Yasu moved with the intent to kill at all times. It was what she'd been taught to do after all.
Her movements had practically mirrored her proctor when escaping his blue-fiery wrath, the subject his mirror-like image had seemingly cut through only a mere technique that she'd used sparingly. Under her black umbrella was she obscured from his immediate view as he was to her. Despite having his target locked, whether or not his attack was to hit that specific target was not up to him. Having rid herself of her second skin from her escape under the impending pressure of his false double, Yasu had performed Utsusemi, leaving behind the shell of her second skin and her coat.
The constant reformation of her inky tendrils that had aimed its attack on his blade had taken his attention, deeming it as a mistake to have been her main focus in avoiding one of his many attacks whilst the rest of her body becomes coated in darkness. Hōi-tai (包囲体, "Enclosure") was simply another sub-technique available and executed by the young Vice-Captain. This particular ability can shield Yasu's body with the substance of her Shikai acting as a second skin similar to that of the Lieutenant’s renowned natural armor. The sliver of resistance against his false blade has no intentions of fully stopping it, only to spread, even as he performs a seemingly clean cut across the board. Even as a mere after image, someone with such thick skin would be a bit more difficult to cut through...
Recalling the time in which she'd done the same in the Kuchiki Manor, that body that had hit the platform was not her own. Instead, the morsel that had taken the brunt force of the fiery display had been a physical manifestation of her spirit, bearing her coat, scorched and torn to near shreds but resting on the back of its form. The strength between Yasu and her Zanpakutō spirit had known no bounds as both perform in complete synchronicity without so much of a hesitation. It moved with caution, not enough to act so mockingly out of character, but enough to take the attention of her proctor and feign her defeat. Clearly, his back-to-back spells had deterred him enough to unleash his wily vehemence towards his current situation.
Though it looks as if she'd not gone completely unharmed, the skin of her cheeks and shoulder scarred from the initial heated force of his first spell that had tried to break through her shell, licking over the edges and using her Shikai as its own fuel when it would not break. Not to mention the sudden lack of her long pink locks. Taking just as much damage as her skin if not more, she'd cut it off with a single flick of her Shikai. Her current image reflected that of her younger self, long before the disasters piled onto one another. She looked as if she'd been through a lot, yet she moved as if nothing had happened in the first place.